So last saturday my friend and former room mate Mel passed away from some unknown cause.

She was 21 and breeming with life. She was also so god damn happy, she could have sold her blood as an anti-depressent. At the funeral they gave away flower seeds as she LOVED gardening to the exterme (the only sunny spot she had in her tiny appartment was her fire escape. So she grew her tiny but full garden there.) so I'm going to try to raise some flowers in her honnor. I got a UV light I can borrow from Chuckles, as he doesn't need it right now. I mean, I get some sun on the balcony, but not a lot.

It was hard going to the funeral cause all I could think off was that her corpse was inside the casket, all dead and the like. It freaked me the fuck out.

Devan gave a very moving speech about her. I told him he was brave for not bawling his eyes out during it. I told him if I had to have done it it would be have been "Mel...*cry cry cry* She...*something not even close to english in between tears*"


But I feel a little better knowing that it is final. Cause she just wasn't the type of person you look at and go "What a headcase! They won't live to see 30, that's for sure!"

I mean, I'm 20.


She was 21.


It's fucking scary!